Isla
Isla has absolutely no business being at military barracks. It isn't that she's unfamiliar with them; on the contrary, she's spent more than her fair share of time in places like this as a field medic. But there's no war on - not yet - and so she prefers to keep the heck away from this neck of the woods. But alas - the barracks are also one of the only reliable places that she can find weapons. And all of a sudden, she's got a need to play around with things like that.
There's hardly anyone around as she sets up the small catapault, loading it with small bags of sand (barely beanbags, honestly). She doesn't want to maim herself by accident, of course - because as flawless as she knows the Voice's work is, this is still something untested. And so tonight, the Remedy will be pummelled by baby fistfuls of sand wrapped in burlap. So much fun.
There's hardly anyone around as she sets up the small catapault, loading it with small bags of sand (barely beanbags, honestly). She doesn't want to maim herself by accident, of course - because as flawless as she knows the Voice's work is, this is still something untested. And so tonight, the Remedy will be pummelled by baby fistfuls of sand wrapped in burlap. So much fun.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
